My divorce was reduced to about 7 years, it was a marriage from 1995-2014=19 years, date judge signed divorce decree. In my state a judge has the discretion to decide the length of marriage, thus resulting in money and other divisions of assets.
Like a job, some jobs require us to get 10 years in before being vested, marriage appears to have the same type of ways.
Since everything can be manipulated, by use of friends, money, lies, and more ways not mentioned, the divorce laws should be consistent with federal government law, saying a marriage is from date of marriage to date of divorce decree.
I have suffered many losses as a result of this reduction in marriage length, I am hoping they change the state law and make it retroactive so many like me can get justice, and future divorces never suffer like I have.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Typewrite
Pacing back and forth these keys,
Like footfalls echoing on worn-out tracks—
The sights and landmarks in languid grey,
Burning with the sting of nostalgic pain,
Faces, voices, shadows etched in memory,
Untold stories thump against my brain
Like a retroactive typewriter,
Reminding me—
With every thud of the type slug,
Voices in these walls
Strike the ribbons of regret.
Scars printed in blue,
Hurts inked in red,
Fleeting across faces and lives,
The ribbons take the beat
Of my swag and gait—
That staccato rhythm
Of a past that won’t forget.
Thud tap, thud tap, ding!
And back again—
Like my aging heartbeat
On this old typewriter in motion,
The carriage bell,
Signaling the end of a line—
A moment of reckoning,
Yet back again: the carriage return,
Resetting for the next confession,
The next scar,
Thud, thud—
Like the drumming in my head,
Tom toms telling the wind:
My past always catches up.
But now— it’s time to abandon conformity,
Transformed by verity.
I should have a screen and keyboard,
Control-a, hit delete,
Roam the freedom of a white page
With a renewed mind.
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
What is Truth?
2/1/2018
Of late, many use the media to establish a claim,
After retroactive years, I question, is revenge their game?
On harassment claims, some that happened years ago,
Is it publicity, a book deal, or settlement dough?
Some have flaunted assets to reach the ladders top,
And once successful determine, it’s time to stop.
While we never know for sure of the specific act,
The more times it’s repeated it’s often accepted as fact.
Some go through life hustling others as they go,
And besmirching another doesn’t always make it so.
You Don’t Have to Tell the Truth,
You Only Need to Convince The Media That You Are,
And many lives are being ruined
After being tried and found guilty in the court of public opinion.
Tom
A dance in the mist
You'll surely be missed
Like blessed nostalgia
It worms into your heart
Like retroactive reactions
Of everything you failed to do
In the moment so blind
Gaining sight ten years later
Both a gift and a curse
And it hurts so bad your chest bursts
The mist begins to clear
In those fading moments
Alongside the strike of a gong
Remember all the tears
And surely all the fears
Remember all the pain
That left upon you a stain
But remember also
All of the times you smiled
And felt faith
That it would all work out
Because more often than not
You made it through alright
Or you wouldn't be here now
So old and wise
And yet so young and ignorant
And it's not just rain falling
But tears cannot change the passage of time
As we march towards an inevitable end
But each tear has a story
And each story was a blessing
So in the end
Realize it wasn't worth it
To fear the inevitable
Because the journey more than makes up for it
So enjoy one last dance in the mist
And know you'll surely be missed
In your weather beaten mind;
Clouded with mistrust and filled with guile;
Alone and trouble child son of man;
Son of God;
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Reprobate minds buying time;
You may kill the will, but the will to kill is clear
You haven't because you ask not
Held captive retroactive;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise;
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Written by James Edward Lee
July 25 2017
If smiles were not free,
Could they tax you and me?
Is happiness a luxury?
In Monopoly, there is a tax for such a frivolous activity.
Is sadness and pain a liability?
If so, can you claim it as deduction retroactive to the day you were a baby?
Passé is age.
You have sage.
Never believe that you were not the same in your younger days.
You know you are a savant of reflection.
Mystified are your people of your different directions.
Retro is your perspective.
Fashionably nostalgic is your drag.
Evocative becomes your swagger.
Reconsidering your arrogance, to ensure your expressive ways are not
embarrassing.
The exposition publically done is a meaning in discussion.
Retrospective are you as a renegade.
Faded dreams are obsolete memories.
Many steps you have taken to fulfill long-term goals.
The ladders of life are footstools.
When you peak, you should set another goal.
Retro is prospective also.
Your potential is implemented via open doors.
Forthcoming is a greater determination.
Real meaning to all your trials and trepidations is the manifestation of your
fundamental nature.
Appreciate the discipline of old-fashion ways.
The streets travelled are an achieved path that aspects life into schemes.
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Penned on June 03, 2014!
MOTIVATION IS ON VACATION BUT CANCER NEVER
GOES AWAY
They give me only one simple answer
and that is “it's only malignant cancer”
so they ran out of my medication
and no one will help because they lack motivation
they must have known I was going to run out
of that there is little dispute or doubt
or perhaps they just didn't remember
but what if this happened to their family member?
I know what the answer is to that query
and it leaves me lethargic and leery
the answer is that family member would have his medication
even if the doctor was out golfing or on vacation
but it's only me, another victim of inconsequential care
and this is pain a person like me cannot bear
it's not the least bit right nor is it fair
and concern for me is retroactive and rare
so now I lay in bed unable to think
because i'm a boat's captain and the ship is about to sink
I never wanted to be a singer or dancer
and I never wanted people who would say “hell, it's only cancer”
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
MOTIVATION IS ON VACATION BUT CANCER NEVER
GOES AWAY
They give me only one simple answer
and that is “it's only malignant cancer”
so they ran out of my medication
and no one will help because they lack motivation
they must have known I was going to run out
of that there is little dispute or doubt
or perhaps they just didn't remember
but what if this happened to their family member?
I know what the answer is to that query
and it leaves me lethargic and leery
the answer is that family member would have his medication
even if the doctor was out golfing or on vacation
but it's only me, another victim of inconsequential care
and this is pain a person like me cannot bear
it's not the least bit right nor is it fair
and concern for me is retroactive and rare
so now I lay in bed unable to think
because i'm a boat's captain and the ship is about to sink
I never wanted to be a singer or dancer
and I never wanted people who would say “hell, it's only cancer”
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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